RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching a neighbor turning water on at the meter, trying to hide the fact by pulling his pickup truck alongside it.
Three illegals with picks and shovels, now pretending to do something - all the while hiding facts of water being turned on illegally.
Blankets and sheets placed over their open RV gate, also to hide what they want no one to know.
Police have failed to catch them in acts of illegal drug activity so neighbors continue doing it.
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Textures of emotion fill me interiorly,
catching individual attention with feelings,
tightening around my mind.
Stretching ends of imagination, pulling them
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Withdrawing into depths of inattentive focus,
planning to give in to it's passive flavors.
Tomorrow, falling into meaningless cisterns
of disaster.
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Jumping for joy, skipping down rows of gardens, happy as a lark in spring.
Everything crowding my mind with their beauty and tender essences of fragrant desire.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.
Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.
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Rehearsing the past in ageless memories,
watching childhood images of myself depicted
in them.
Happy, pleasant thoughts being brought forth
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Soundly walking down lonely lanes, emptied of feelings, hiding all emotions beneath the earth for now.
Peaceful endeavors, falling along the wayside, never looking back to see what was lost.
No more anticipation standing in the way of other-worldly dimensions.
Sequestering the light of tomorrow in a space all my own.
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Standing back, realizing the voices of the future have gone beyond me.
Following the sounds left from their lonely echoes in caverns of my mind.
Adjusting, not to well, to things that have been changing in ever increasing numbers.
Letting go of every emotion, wallowing in self-pity, all by myself, no one else can linger alongside me.
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Equally apportioned throughout the rest of life.
Taking turns with each and every moment of artistic grace, placing innate talent where it will do the most good in the future.
Knowing there is nothing better than releasing all emotions and their
feelings into the universe where they will do you no harm.
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Twinkling sounds of stars beckoning me to elaborate in poetry of being.
Writing liberally into the night, waltzing into evening tributes of an afterlife seen through dream's images.
Nothing coming to frighten me along the way.
Setting standards, always staying on the righteous paths of moral and ethical conduct.
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